Across the shining river the hills still carry snow
The wind is blowing from the north, yet you would hardly know
That winter was still present, something you would not guess
When strolling warm and sheltered in the lovely grounds of Ness Down in the peaceful valley spring flowers face the sun
On seeing a film about life on the plains Is the weather cold and dreary, do you long for sun and wine?
Are you feeling somewhat weary for atmosphere do you pine
Heed my warning gentle stranger, let no poster you beguile
For such posters oft spell danger when they show a peasants smile. Here's to a life in Hungaria, a life on the Hungary plains